‘Two Cats and a Waitress’ is the title of a short short story about two cats and a waitress. It is a short short story because I am coming round to the belief that nowadays we work so hard at reducing our daily workload (escalators, for example – we don’t climb stairs any more; the stairs do our climbing for us… or lifts, remote controls, teabags etc., etc.), that the 400 page novel is already a thing of the past; and the short story will soon be replaced by the instant short story (which will soon be replaced by the two-liner and so on).
Would you like to read my two-liner? It can be read in a couple of seconds and relies on the reader to flesh it out. Very post post-modern:
TWO CATS AND A WAITRESS
A waitress had two cats. One of them got pregnant, one disappeared and one kept the neighbourhood awake at night with her continual screeching and yowling.
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That’s it. The end (as far as the writer is concerned). But just the beginning for the reader: –
Which of the three got pregnant? Could it have been the waitress who kept the neighbourhood awake at nights? Or was she the one who mysteriously disappeared?